Lirik Lagu Young G's - The Pretenders
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Intro: Biggie
Uhh, check it out, uhh*singing* I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!Fuck all that pretty shitTakin it back to the gutter for you motherfuckersNiggaz know the dealNiggaz know who the Don isLive from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest onePeep game, uhh, what, what
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these barsCome fuck with these stars up in luxury carsWe built them radars to stay free from the copsCrucial choices to make, like A-C or the dropAre we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go brokeYour squad arti-chokeWatch your circle vanish like cigar smokeAin't no joke, when your ones don't showNigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like DreThrough hard work I earn the vaultPromise God to never look back or I turn to saltGot nice watches nice cars nice bitches and ringsGuess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice thingsCan't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cakeWhen you all fucked up, and can't get no breakWhen your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need itBe on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat itFuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shitThat's what I did, now they all askin for hitsNigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be knownWe still fly but seperately cause now I, charter my ownPropellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa haters jealousBillboard charts should tell us, they can't touch usWhy niggaz bring the ruckus?Because release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers
Chorus:
Just some ghetto boysLiving in these ghetto streets -- these ghetto streetsAnd everyday they gotta fight to stay aliveIt's just reality
Verse Two: Jay-Z
Yeah, make you a deal, checkThese here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shedI try to bring you life but motherfuckers want deadSo
Uhh, check it out, uhh*singing* I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!Fuck all that pretty shitTakin it back to the gutter for you motherfuckersNiggaz know the dealNiggaz know who the Don isLive from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest onePeep game, uhh, what, what
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these barsCome fuck with these stars up in luxury carsWe built them radars to stay free from the copsCrucial choices to make, like A-C or the dropAre we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go brokeYour squad arti-chokeWatch your circle vanish like cigar smokeAin't no joke, when your ones don't showNigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like DreThrough hard work I earn the vaultPromise God to never look back or I turn to saltGot nice watches nice cars nice bitches and ringsGuess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice thingsCan't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cakeWhen you all fucked up, and can't get no breakWhen your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need itBe on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat itFuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shitThat's what I did, now they all askin for hitsNigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be knownWe still fly but seperately cause now I, charter my ownPropellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa haters jealousBillboard charts should tell us, they can't touch usWhy niggaz bring the ruckus?Because release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers
Chorus:
Just some ghetto boysLiving in these ghetto streets -- these ghetto streetsAnd everyday they gotta fight to stay aliveIt's just reality
Verse Two: Jay-Z
Yeah, make you a deal, checkThese here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shedI try to bring you life but motherfuckers want deadSo
